هُو يَومٌ وما أُبرِّئ نفسِي

كَم أدِيبٍ قد لاذَ فيه بِنَاد

It is a day when I do not absolve myself

How many learned men have taken refuge in it from despair

هُوَ يومٌ تَصافَح الشعبُ فيه

بقلوبٍ تَحِنُّ قبل الأيَادي

It is a day when the people shake hands in it

With hearts that yearn before the hands

هوَ يومٌ لمَهرجَانِه أَه

دَت بَنيها حواضِرٌ وبَوَادي

It is a day for its festival, ah

Its cities and valleys have come together for it

هو يومٌ به السُّرورُ تَجلَّى

هاتِ كأس السُور إنَّا صَوَادِ

It is a day in which joy was manifested

Bring the cup of wine, we are the hunters

هذه آيةُ الولاء تَعَالَى

صَوتُها في الإنشاءِ والإنشادِ

This is the verse of allegiance being sublime

Its voice in prose and poetry

فُوفودٌ قد أقبلَت بقلُوب

فهىَ قبلَ الأجسَام ذاتُ احتشَادِ

Delegations came with hearts

So they are before the bodies, the ones with gathering

مُلِئَت غِبطةً ونشرا فجَاءت

عَبقاتٍ مثلَ الزُهُور النَّوادِي

Filled with happiness and blossoming, so they came

Like aromatic flowers in the meadows

والبلادُ ازدهت ومادت تُحَاكِي

لِعُروشٍ في خََطوِها المُتَهَادِي

And the countries were adorned and extended to emulate

Thrones in their advancing procession

وقُدُودُ الأعلاَمِ تَختالُ في أي

دِي سَرَاةٍ على مُتونٍ جِيَاد

The standards of flags swagger in any

Armies on the backs of steeds

رَفرفَت فوقَهنَّ راياتُ عِزٍّ

رائحاتٌ من النَّسيمِ غَوَاد

Above them waved banners of glory

Scents from the breeze blowing

مَلِكٌ بالتُقَى تزوَّد مُذ شَب

ب وتَقوَى الإلهِ أعظمُ زادِ

A king equipped with piety since his youth

And piety of God is the greatest provision

ذو أيَادٍ أعظِم بها من أيَادٍ

ومَبَادٍ أكرِم بها مِن مَبَادي

With hands greater than any hands

And principles more generous than any principles

وبهِ ازدانَ عرشُ ملكٍ ويزدَا

نُ نفيسُ العقودِ بالأجيَادِ

And through it the throne of a kingdom was adorned and will continue to be adorned

The most precious decades with the generous